Page 78 of Stroked Long
“It’s not negotiable,” I reply sternly. I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to her.
Silently, we make our way to her front door and pause while she fishes out her keys from her purse. Their jingle echoes in the vacant hallway, and I don’t like how it signals our night is coming to an end.
“Thanks for walking me to my door.”
“Sure.”
Not moving, we both stare at each other, the weight of our kiss resting heavily between us. Was it a mistake? Did it change everything now? Is she regretting it?
Fuck, did she not enjoy kissing me?
Was I too demanding? Hell if I can remember. I was so consumed by the feel of her body, the way she slightly rocked against me in conjunction with the sweet strokes of her tongue, that I can’t remember my own damn actions.
Maybe I turned her off completely. Is that why she didn’t talk all the way home? Did I really fuck this up?
“Goodnight.” She faintly smiles and unlocks her door. I stand in place, unable to move. Is this how this night is really going to end?
Right when I think she is going in, her shoulders fall and she sighs while turning toward me.
“Bodi . . .”
I don’t give her a chance to finish her sentence. I grip the side of her face and pull her close, connecting our mouths once again, praying she doesn’t push me away.
The distinct sound of her keys hitting the floor spurs me on, as her hands clasp around my neck and pull me closer. Her lips part; the soft, sweet taste of her tongue meets mine and I’m lost once again, letting my other hand wander to her lower back, just above the swell of her ass. She has curves but she’s small, and my hand practically spans across the entire width of her back.
“Fuck,” I mutter, pushing her against the door jamb, hoping I don’t hurt her. “You’re addicting.”
Her answer is a moan, followed by her chest puffing out against mine, her nipples perked and hard as stone, pressing solidly into me.
I’m overcome with emotions as I clasp tighter to her hip, holding her in place. I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to say goodnight. I want to hold her, cherish her, brand her.My Rubes.
“Come inside,” she says in between kisses, causing me to pull away.
Did she just invite me in? My dick hardens from the mere thought of continuing what we started, pushing past using only our mouths.
In desperation, I search her eyes, making sure this is what she really wants. Expecting to see uncertainty, I’m greeted with a heady glaze in her beautiful eyes. This is real.
Letting her pull me into her apartment, I grab her keys, shut and lock the door, taking an extra second to make sure it’s secure. Since her apartment is so small, it doesn’t take long to get to her bedroom, which is illuminated by moonlight.
Time stands still, the tension in the air is thick with lust, and the energy between us is palpable, spurring me to take what I want. I reach for her hand but she pulls away, confusing me.
She doesn’t say a word. Instead, she tosses her hat to the side and lets out her loose braid, her golden locks falling over her shoulder in beautiful waves. I’m so entranced with her hair bouncing in time with her movements I miss her fingers pinching the hem of her shirt, which she pulls over her head and tosses to the side.
Standing in front of me, Ruby is confident in her body. She unzips her shorts and tosses those to the side, leaving her in minuscule lingerie. And holy fuck, I harden with each scan of her gorgeous body. Not only does she have beautiful curves to grab on to, but she seems to have a penchant for microscopic lingerie, a fact I admire. Because, fuck, she’s hot.
Strutting toward me, the quirky, somewhat clumsy Ruby I know disappears, and in her place is a lust-filled, sexy-as-sin woman with her eyes trained on me.Me.My breath catches in my throat the minute her hands find their way under the hem of my shirt, her fingertips dancing across my abdomen where she slides them to my pecs, taking my shirt with her. With quick maneuvering, I toss my shirt on the floor to join her discarded clothing and grip her hips so she can explore my chest a while longer.
Awe fills her eyes with each pass of her hand over my defined muscles. Her hands run from my pecs to my shoulders, her thumbs caressing my nipples, turning them into hard nubs, and lighting a burning fire inside me.
“You’re so handsome, Bodi.” I’ve never seen that look in a woman’s eyes before. They’re bright, shining, as if in wonder. “Not just your body, but your heart too.”
And just like that, I can’t hold back. With what little finesse I have left, I slide one of my hands to the back of her neck and bring her lips to mine.
Her mouth opens on command, and I ease my tongue in, meeting hers, stroking it, reveling in the feel of her melting into my body. The need to move faster, to demand more, is overwhelming, but I want to take this slow. I want to remember every moment I have with her, every touch, every moan, every cry of ecstasy.And I plan to hear many of those.
While I take advantage of her fuckable mouth, she moves her hands to the waistband of my jeans and undoes them, grazing her hand over my eager bulge. The minor friction she creates elicits a moan from deep within me.
It’s been so fucking long.
